the Non-Pooping Fiend
|A relaxing geese (goose?) enjoys the refreshing water.|
Today I actually went walking at the park with my friend after my psychiatrist appointment
(just wait until I fill you in on that mess! Tomorrow), it was a rough one, the walk I mean (though certainly the other applies too). The heat totally zapped my energy and enthusiasm, but I wasn't exactly into it from the start. I could not do the entire track. Did the longest part but not the additional half mile. We cut down the park where the lakes is and there were a ton of geese. I envied the one smart enough to stay In the water, the other ones were fools, also pooping fools, so much poop on the walking path (and of varying consistency), what were these people feeding the geese, what ever it was was clearly going straight through them! It was like playing hopscotch trying to avoid stepping into anything.